The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The rain fell in sheets that turned the courtyard of Thorne Hall into a slick, dark mirror, reflecting the grey, bruised sky above. Elias Thorne stood at the center of this wet expanse, his boots sinking slightly into the mud that had swallowed the cobblestones decades ago, gripping a rusted sword with a hand that trembled so violently it seemed to belong to a stranger. He was fifty-two years...

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